Chapter 410: Iron Whip Savior
It is said that Chen Long used ancient Greek close-quarters grappling skills, abandoned his long sword and pinned the elbow of the second swordsman Wen Shu. Wen Shu's joints were in severe pain, and the ring-headed sword fell from his hand. Chen Long let go of Wen Shu and stretched out his hand to grab Wen Shu's weapon. It was expected that the two swordsmen would have no shame in continuing to entangle.
The ring-shou sword slowly fell. Chen Long thought he had caught it, but he suddenly missed it. The hilt of the sword bounced up in the air incredibly, causing the sword body to sweep across with a whoosh, and the sword edge with cold light reached Chen Long's throat in an instant.
Chen Long was so frightened that his brain had no time to react. Subconsciously raised his hand to block. There was only a loud clang sound, and the ring-shou sword hit Chen Long's left arm hard. Chen Long dodged and retreated. He stretched out his hand to touch his neck and found a thin blood mark, which must have been injured by the sword energy. Fortunately, the penetration was very shallow, thanks to the iron whip caged in his sleeve for saving his life. Chen Long had just calmed down from the shock. He slowly pulled out the iron whip from his sleeve with his right hand, raised it and pointed it at Wen Shu.
The ring-headed sword that should have fallen to the ground returned to Wen Shu's palm. Wen Shu did not expect that this sword could not kill Chen Long. He did not even take off his arm and saw him pull it from his left sleeve. After taking out the iron whip, I suddenly realized. With a snort, the ring-headed sword left his hand again, but this time he performed a few sword dances in the air. The ring-headed sword flew back to Wen Shu's hand like a butterfly flying in the air. Wen Shu condensed his right hand, pointed his sword at Chen Long proudly, and smiled provocatively.
Chen Long's eyes were solemn, and he suddenly realized that this was Wen Shu's secret skill. It turned out that there was a tough silk thread at the end of the ring-headed sword connected to Wen Shu's fingers, allowing Wen Shu to control the flying sword. If Chen Long hadn't been alert this time, he would have returned to the world before he traveled through time.
Just listen to Wen Shu slowly say: "What a Zhen Dong. Between the sword ring of my ring-headed sword and my wrist, there are silk threads spun out by a thousand-year-old silkworm mother. It is very tough and difficult to cut with ordinary swords. It also gives me a way to control the air. Sword techniques. Do you dare to try a few of my moves?"
Chen Long took a few deep breaths, his heartbeat calmed down, and he smiled and said: "Second Swordsman, do you think this is the case? If I catch your flying sword, can we stop today?"
Wen Shu nodded and said: "If I can't defeat you, I will leave naturally." The ring-shou sword suddenly flew into the air. As his wrist swayed slightly, the flying sword drew an incredible sword circle above his head. If it weren't for the reflection of the sun, it would not have been possible at all. The silk thread cannot be seen clearly. Chen Long couldn't help but be alert. If he encountered such flying swords in the dark night, it would be best to find a way to escape immediately.
Chen Long stared at the tip of the ring-headed sword, held his breath and waited with the whip. The flying sword can attack at any point, and it is inevitable that the landing point will be strange.
The sword energy danced wildly in the air, and it seemed to have substance when it hit the iron whip. Chen Long's iron whip flew up and down, protecting him in front of him, but his eyes never left the ring-headed sword in the air.
The ring-shou sword spun around a hundred times, reaching its maximum speed. Wen Shu's head shone like a halo, and quickly emitted a white electric light, heading straight towards Chen Long's face.
A bright sword tip appeared in front of Chen Long's eyes. The speed was so fast that it exceeded his perception. Chen Long retracted his iron whip and followed the shortest route to hit the sword tip directly.
Seeing that the distance between the iron whip and the tip of the sword was only an inch, if it hit, the flying sword would definitely not be able to withstand the weight of the iron whip. The flying sword flying in the air suddenly paused miraculously, and Chen Long's iron whip hit the air with a roar. The tip of the sword escaped the iron whip with this pause and stabbed Chen Long's face again.
This sword was so weird that Chen Long couldn't whip back the savior. Only then did he realize the infinite uses of Wen Shu's silk thread sword. This sword must have been controlled exquisitely by Wen Shu at the end of the silk thread. He used the silk thread to lift the sword body, which resulted in such a miraculous sword strike.
At this moment, the tip of the ring-head sword passed through the iron whip defense. Chen Long had no time to turn back the whip to save himself, so he had to lean back and make an iron bridge. The long sword grazed the tip of Chen Long's nose and pierced through it. A cold chill penetrated Chen Long. On the forehead, this Wen Shu's inner strength is indeed more feminine.
Wen Shu felt the long sword piercing the air, and with a flick of his wrist, the flying sword immediately chased Chen Long and slashed down in front of him. Chen Long rolled like a lazy ass on the ground, barely dodging the sword's edge, and the long sword hit him hard. It was recovered from the stones on the ground and returned to Wen Shu's hands.
Chen Long stood up in embarrassment from far away, and only then did he realize that Wen Shu's flying sword was powerful. Fortunately, I haven't completely lost my underpants yet. I was on alert and nervously thinking about countermeasures.
The ring-headed flying sword is guided by silk, and it is impossible to cut it. Chen Long channeled his inner energy into his eyes and tried his best to look at Wen Shu's wrist. Sure enough, he found a faint silk thread that flickered in and out with the light and shadow. Following the thread, Chen Long really saw some clues, but the flying sword was too fast, and trying to grasp the position of the thread was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Chen Long's mind was racing with ideas, and the flying sword had been fired again, seemingly hitting his chest, but the final landing point was unknown. Chen Long's eyes narrowed, his body twisted sideways, and he ran away.
Under the control of Wen Shu, the long sword followed Chen Long like a shadow. Chen Long ran without hesitation, but the route circled around Wen Shu. Wen Shu sneered slightly, straightened the silk thread, and controlled it effortlessly. The long sword chased Chen Long, as if a prairie hunter was simply harnessing an out-of-control galloping horse.
The long sword was swung so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the long sword had reached behind Chen Long. The sword energy aroused goosebumps on the back of Chen Long's neck. He was about to behead Chen Long. Suddenly, Chen Long fell down, as if he had been struck by a stone. He stumbled and fell to the ground without warning, but his right arm raised the iron whip high, just behind the hilt of the sword.
The silk thread behind the ring-head sword instantly became entangled on the iron whip layer by layer, and finally wrapped around the whip. The sword hit the whip with a clang, the speed completely slowed down, and it hung softly along the whip.
Wen Shugang felt bad and quickly pulled the thread back. Unexpectedly, a strong force hit him and he was almost pulled up. When he looked up, it turned out to be Chen Long with an iron whip in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, smiling and talking to Wen Shu. Tug of War.
Wen Shu's movements froze, his face darkened, his face turned gloomy, and he stared at Chen Long angrily, no longer controlling his sword with luck. Only then did all the disciples understand, and they sighed and clapped their hands one after another.
Chen Long used the iron whip to rub the ring-headed sword hard, and a ball of bright sparks immediately burst out in the air. Chen Long laughed and said: "What a sword, what a sword! Master Wen Shu, my disciple is lucky." He threw the sword casually and came to Wen Shu.
Wen Shu took it easily, with an ugly expression on his face, but he really had no reason and no shame to continue fighting. He took the sword and said coldly: "This is the end of today's discussion. I have something to do with the sword master, so let's leave it alone." After that, he turned around. Let's go, and several of his men quickly followed, leading the horses towards the back of Biluo Palace. Chen Long did not stop them and allowed them to leave. Zhou Mi called out: "Disciples, please disperse!"
Looking at Wen Shu's leaving figure, Chen Long frowned and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. If he hadn't been lucky today, he would have been defeated by Wen Shu, and everything would have been in vain. For the first time, Chen Long regretted that he and Gongsun Baoyue had easily fallen into danger. Was the price too high for him to find out who was behind the scenes? If the sword master behind the Nanlin Sword Sect takes action, can he still be able to handle it?
But since he has persisted until now, there is no reason to give up halfway. Chen Long looked at the iron whip in his hand. This iron whip was originally Cao Chun's, but it was repeatedly used by him to save his life at critical moments. Chen Long felt absurd in his heart. Who can explain clearly the wonders of the world? With Wen Shu gone, the waves behind him will inevitably become bigger and bigger. Until the world is unified, I am afraid that the ambitions of many heroes will be suppressed.
If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time.
